Xavier’s kiss became more frantic as he pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. The unlocked front door briefly rose in my mind, but a second later, it disappeared. Xavier’s mouth had found my bra, and his teeth bit one of my nipples through the fabric. I pressed his head closer to my chest and arched my back.
Two strong hands locked onto my waist and lifted me away from the chair. With one swift move, Xavier deposited me on top of the bar. My legs hung over the side and my heels kicked against the wood. Xavier stood up straight and undid the button and zipper on my jeans. Two fingers slipped through the opening and pressed against my panties. Pleasure filled me, wild and unrelenting. I pawed at Xavier’s shirt, eager to undo the buttons and get my hands on the tight muscles that waited for me there.
“You’re feisty,” Xavier breathlessly said. “I knew you would be.”
“Only with you,” I gasped. Once more, it was probably a more revealing statement than I would make if I were in a right mind, but in that moment, I was nowhere close to sane.
“I’m going to do so much to you,” Xavier said in a low voice, like it was more to himself than to me.
I briefly stopped grabbing at him. “Like tie me up?”
His eyes flashed with pleasure. “You’re asking for it?”
“I found your box. The one under your bed.” I realized how the news sounded, and quickly tried to backtrack. “I wasn’t going through your stuff. My bra was under the bed and...”
“You liked it,” he said in a darker tone. He didn’t sound displeased, though. He was excited. Thrilled, maybe. I could see it on his face.
Xavier’s mouth tackled mine again, his tongue forcing its way across my own. He went back to my pants, pulling them off and dropping them on the floor. The second they were fully removed, he pushed my panties to the side. One finger slipped inside of me and probed my entrance. His touch deep in me sent me over the edge. While we kissed and he fingered me, I ran my hands over the bulge in his pants. Frantically, I unbuckled the belt and released Xavier’s pulsing length.
The heat coming off his dick was so strong I could swear it nearly burned my palm. I stroked the underside of it, enjoying the silkiness. Xavier rummaged in his pocket and pulled something out. There was a crinkling, and a few seconds later, he had a condom on.
We didn’t skip a beat. Xavier pushed into me with perfect precision, stretching my walls and sending pleasure rippling through me. Fast stroke after fast stroke hit me. My bare ass slid along the wooden bar, and my shoes hit its side with heavy thuds. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, accepting Xavier’s tongue on mine as easily as I accepted his thrusts.
His hands made their way down my back to grip the top of my ass. He held onto me so tightly that it began to pain. Oddly enough, it wasn’t uncomfortable, though. It was perfect. Everything about what was happening was wild and almost… violent. I felt like an animal. I felt like I wasn’t even in control of my own body. I’d let loose in a way I never had before.
Xavier’s mouth broke away from mine and found my shoulder. He buried his teeth in the meatiest part there and sucked hard. I let my head fall back as a groan ripped through me. The pleasure in me spun like a ball of fire. His hands still on my rear, Xavier pushed his whole weight against me as he thrust, jarring our bodies from the force. I sealed my eyes shut and exploded.
The pleasure went on and on, shooting into my toes and stealing my breath as orgasms racked through me, one on top of the other. Xavier groaned and tensed. I felt the jerking of his length deep in me, and then his heavy exhale against my neck.
He slowly leaned back and looked at me. “That’s just what I needed.”
My heart tightened. “I thought you said nothing was wrong.”
In a millisecond, his face went from relaxed to guarded, like he slipped a mask on. “Nothing’s wrong. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t need this.”
I nodded. “All right.”
The twisting in my chest was still there. Xavier was hiding something. His face might have been cool and passive, but pain and fear existed in his eyes. For the second time in five minutes, I was reminded of animals. When they were hurt, they were the most afraid. The most aggressive.
Xavier gingerly pulled away from me, picked up my pants, and handed them over. “Do you want to go get cleaned up?”
My tongue felt thick as I answered. “Sure.”
Going into the women’s bathroom, I wiped myself off with paper towels and splashed cool water on my face. I knew I shouldn’t be concerned over Xavier not sharing everything with me. Jesus, we’d only met a few days before. I didn’t expect his life story or his deepest, darkest secrets.
But it was the way that he so easily claimed nothing was wrong that got to me. His response seemed almost reflexive, like he would have given it no matter what I asked. Even though I inquired in such a casual way, he still couldn’t be honest with me. Healthy, well-adjusted people shared things about their lives. And not just with the women they were having sex with. With everyone. It was just a normal thing to do. Xavier’s resistance to sharing anything was a warning sign, and I knew it.
And yet it still didn’t matter. The man waiting for me outside that bathroom had already snared me in his trap. Just like I’d been afraid of, I’d been captivated and seduced. There was no getting away until he made the decision and cut the thread.
CHAPTER TEN
Xavier
No more debating. I powered down my laptop and took a look around my office. With the weekend’s retreat booked and both mine and Riley’s schedules cleared, it was settled. The two of us were going away together from Saturday morning to Sunday evening.
I’d taken trips with women before. Not often more than one or two with any woman, and never prolonged ones. Taking a weekend with Riley would be bittersweet. While it was guaranteed to be an amazing time and probably the high point of our relationship, it was also sure to be the beginning of the end.
If you counted the escapade at the club on Monday, which I did, this weekend trip would be my third date with Riley. Any more than that, and we would get dangerously close to relationship territory. And I didn’t do relationships. It was for a variety of reasons, but all of them equally important. I was a busy man. I didn’t have time for drama, and I didn’t have the need to be tied down. It was why the list my friends and I created existed in the first place.
One good weekend…
One good weekend, and I’d have to think about reining things in with Riley. But until then, I was free to enjoy her soft, tight body… her silken pussy… her musical laughter.